Ever this benediction of the splash.
An other-fashioned orb presents him fixed:
Of all the outlets, he fronts only one,
And only when that one—and rare the chance—
Comes uppermost, does he turn upward too:
He can't turn all sides with the turning orb.
Inside this sphere of life—all objects, sense
And soul perceive—Euripides hangs fixed,
Gets knowledge through the single aperture
Of High and Right: with visage fronting these